Not sure how this one got by me, but in my last post, I touched on a few of the worst ideas in home construction that seem cool when you’re walking through a model. In my opinion, anyway. And, this morning I realized I’d forgotten a biggie: the whirlpool tub. Seriously, how many of you soak in a bath tub these days? I know the idea sounds relaxing, but I’m pretty sure the only time it happens is on reality TV or television commercials (“Calgon, take me away”). It really hit me recently when I was in a house-cleaning frenzy and decided to give my bathroom a real scrubbing, instead of the usual quick toilet, sink, floor going-over. No, this time I was going to tackle that porcelain monster – the whirlpool tub. The tub, which, by the way, hasn’t been used for bathing in years. The tub, which now serves as a very large valet for my husbands clothes – his gym clothes taking up one corner, yard-work clothes in another and shirts to go to the cleaners in a bag inside the tub. So, it does serve a function, I suppose. But, bathing? Not since our kids were little and we’d fill it with bubbles and turn on the jets. That’s a sure-fire way to get kids in the tub. These days, though, when I take the time and energy to make it look like a tub and not something you’d see on Hoarders (in case a guest might need to use our bathroom, which I don’t think has ever happened), I actually find myself dusting the tub instead of trying to remove soap scum from the sides. It’s just a really dumb attempt at a luxury feature. You know what would be real luxury for me? Lots and lots of closets. And a huge laundry room large enough to comfortably spread out to do the laundry and accommodate shoes and jackets, etc. THAT’S luxury. And, I’m sure that losing the ginormous soaking tub and incorporating my ideas instead, would be HUGE selling points in a house. Am I right or am I right? Yeah…that’s what I thought.
Monthly Archives: September 2012
In an effort to renew my creative juices, I’ve decided to write down some random thoughts that have passed through my brain these last few months. So…here they are:
SOME OF THE WORST IDEAS IN HOME CONSTRUCTION THAT SEEM COOL WHEN WALKING THROUGH A MODEL:
SKYLIGHTS – Have you ever been in a room with skylights during a storm? It’s the worst. We have two in our family room, and, no kidding, you have to set the volume of the television up to ear-bleeding levels in order to be able to sort of read the actors’ lips. We also have one in our master bath, which would be awful if we didn’t employ the use of a fan to provide white noise during the night. The worst.
TWO-STORY ROOMS – Yes, they can have a dramatic effect, but have you ever thought about the cobwebs that collect waaaaay up there? I find I’m absolutely obsessed if I notice one hanging when friends are over. Sometimes, the light shines juuuuussssst right to illuminate the hanging dust bunny. And speaking of illumination…whose idea was it to install recessed lighting on a ceiling that’s 20 feet tall? Seriously? This is kind of like two construction pet peeves in one. We have so many light switches on the walls for the various lights, ceiling fans, etc. that, to be honest, after twelve years of living in this house, I still have to flip about three of them to get the one I want. But, the one switch I know for sure I never want is the one which controls the recessed lighting closest to Venus. It doesn’t really matter, anyway, because the bulbs burned out about eight years ago. Oh, and another thing…have you ever tried to paint a two-story room? If you’re smart, you’ll say, “Are you crazy? That’s what professionals are for” And, let me tell you, it is so worth the couple thousand dollars to hire someone to do the job. I know you’re thinking, “Wow, she must be really rich, to which to which I would answer, “Rich as in wealthy? No. But, rich in friends and family? Yes. In other words…depressed as hell.” Anyway, back to the painting…my sons recently painted their grandparents’ two-story living room and they learned that they never, ever want to be painters. Ever.
THOUGHTS THAT OCCUR WHILE AT SUNDAY MASS:
One day, while in church, I noticed a man with enormous ears sitting in front of me. He was an older man, so I thought, you know, he’s old, what do you expect? Old men have big ears. But, then, one thought led to another, and I wondered…do ears continue to grow? And only in men?? I suppose I’ve seen old women with big ears, but as I searched the pews, I couldn’t spot nary a one. And then, I thought…well, they must continue to grow because in my search for a humongous eared old lady, my eyes spied several teen boys and young men and they all had normal-sized ears that seemed to fit their heads quite nicely. So, I guess I’m just left with…what’s that all about?
There are other odds and ends rummaging about in my brain, but I just thought I’d share these with you. And include in this post an equally random picture I found amusing. Your welcome.
Well, as promised, I’m back. In my last post, I apologized for getting lazy with my blogging and told people to stop nagging me, which prompted the question from my son, Brian, “Wow, Mom, are people really pressuring you to get back to work? I didn’t realize your fans hung on your every word.” Wise guy. Okay, I admit, no one was nagging me, except myself. I’m sure no one noticed that I hadn’t written anything in a while. Ouch. But, truth be told, I’m aware, understand and fully accept the fact that people have lives that do NOT revolve around me and my fragile ego. Now that I’ve addressed the elephant in the room, let’s get back to me.